Johnny B Goode (Sex Pistols)

We'll play Johnny B. Goode; he'll sing Through My Eyes. Tell John. Tell him. What? Tell him. He can't hear me in here They wanna play Johnny B. Goode while you sing Through my eyes. God! Awright, then. Ready? Go! If you could see... oh God, fuck off... Ayanlouisiannayaya New Orleans Awasabadababyanalittle key Ayainanananananana Johnny B. Goode Agogogogogogo Johnny B. Goode Agogo, go Johnny, gogogogogo I don't know the words! Gogogogogogogogogogogyogyuh Ayayayayastrah yayastrahyayaya Ayayayayastrah andabanayaya I wannawannabay, yayayaya Let's gogo, ago Johnny gogogogo Agogo, go go go go gogogogogogogogogogogogogogo Go, Johnny, go, go Go! Johnny B. Goode Ayayayayayayayayayayayagwuah Oh, fuck, it's awful! Hate songs like that! The pits! Eeeeeeyayayayay eeeee! Eeyeah! Brrrrrah! Brrrrrayayayayay! Uah! 'ey, I know, oi, oi, Steve -- Roadrunner! Roadrunner! Roadrun...! Should we do roadrunner? 'ey, that's fuckin' awful -- stop it. Stop it; it's fuckin' awful! Aaah! Torture.